"I always thought that the first time I'd be on my knees I'd be praying..." I held my breath lowering myself to my knees in front of him,
"Then worship," he smirked, "what do you desire?"
Being loved by the king of Socrates Academy is haunting, espe...
"And you are very small." He responds, his voice deep, "thanks captain obvious."
"I had fun today." I tell him, "thank you for helping me forget I was sad for a little while."
"You've been helping me forget I was sad since you got here, so I might as well." He smiles.
When Niklaus smiles his eyes disappear because they are so slanted, I like that about him. When Niklaus smiles I smile too because he makes me happy, I don't know why he just does.
"Tell me something I don't know about you," I suggest as he spins me around again pulling me closer than ever before.
I feel my heart beating against his, my breasts pressed faint his chest, I know he can feet that too because he swallows, hard.
"I want to have children, when I'm older." He tells me, "I want the chance to be good to them, and watch them grow old."
"You want to be a father?" I repeat because the words coming out of his mouth are so unexpected.
"Yes, a lot." He says clearing his throat. "Tell me something I don't know about you?"
"My favourite colour is grey." I tell him, "I like your eyes."
"Thank you." He responds, "I want to be the leader of my country someday, it's my passion, it's who I am. I want to change a little part of the world for my people, Czechoslovakia needs good leadership, they need communism with a human face."
"I think you'd be a good president." I tell him with a slight laugh, "or king whichever you choose."
"Oh hush." He insists.
"Tell me some more." I ask him placing my hand on his cheek as he leans into my touch, "I like when you talk from here." I point to his heart.
He stares at me for a long while and I can feel his heart rate speeding up, and I don't want him to run away from me, I want to catch up. He looks at me like he looked at me on my bed this morning, like all of a sudden he's stripping me bare with his gaze alone.
"I want to kiss you." He expresses almost breathlessly, like a weight has been lifted off of his shoulders, "I want to kiss you until I have excess of your affection, until I'm sick of the taste of you."
"Then do it." I urge him, "kiss me till your sick of it."
He dips me lower hovering over me and he leans in to attach his lips to my own, I suck in a sharp breath as his lips are feverish and soft against my own. He doesn't know, Niklaus doesn't know that he's my first want. My first desire for a man, my first kiss first everything, he doesn't know that this is so very new to me. I kiss him back though, I kiss him deeply and his long eyelashes brush my cheek.
His hands are moving slowly against the curve of my waist, they are moving slowly because they are uncertain and he is holding back. He wants to stop himself, he doesn't want this, at least he doesn't want to want me. He tastes like champagne showers and rain in summer, desire drenches me in heat. It's almost like the surge of electricity I feel when we argue, except this time I want to crawl under his skin, I want us to become one being of this malevolent spirit of lust.
"Tell me that you hate me, Klaus." I plead because I need a reminder or else I'll forget everything, "tell me how much you hate me."
"I hate you." He mumbles between kisses, "I do, so very much."
My fingers thread through his hair and tug at his roots slightly in a way that makes him gasp in a kind of feverish desperation I never thought I'd see from him. Maybe Blythe was right, I didn't know what exactly it was about me that brought out this side of him. Because Nik was always eerily calm and composed and yet here he was risking it all to kiss me.
It made me feel powerful to be the object of his desire.
When our lips part I whimper at the loss of contact, he has this glaze over his eyes almost as if I had him in a trance.
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Once we arrive back home I am buzzing with this newly discovered want for my enemy. My favourite sin. I don't know what to do with it, and I fear it may consume me.
That's the thing about glasses half empty, they're willing to fill themselves up with anything just to feel full, even if it's poison.
I make my way back to my room but once I open the door I'm taken by surprise, Blythe's side of the room is swept clean. Her bed is bare, the mattress isn't even there, I open the closet and all her clothes are gone. On the pictures on the walls are gone as well as her novels.
There is nothing left of Blythe Singh to remember, she feels like a fever dream.
The others flood into the room and Martina drops her purse onto the floor.
"Where's Blythe, why is she gone?" She asks angrily, "and why the fuck are you still here?"
I don't know, apparently I don't know anything anymore because the story is only just beginning.
